(Knock.) Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocatorthat could swear in both the scales against eitherscale, who committed treason enough for God’ssake yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in,equivocator.

(Knock.) Knock, knock!Never at quiet.—What are you?—But this place istoo cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further. I hadthought to have let in some of all professions that gothe primrose way to th’ everlasting bonfire.

(Knock.)Anon, anon! The Porter opens the door to Macduff and Lennox.I pray you, remember the porter.

...lie so late?Faith, sir, we were carousing till the secondcock, and drink, sir, is a great provoker of threethings.

...drink especially provoke?Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokesthe desire, but it takes away the performance.Therefore much drink may be said to be anequivocator with lechery. It makes him, and itmars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; itpersuades him and disheartens him; makes himstand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocateshim in a sleep and, giving him the lie, leaveshim.

...lie last night.That it did, sir, i’ th’ very throat on me; but Irequited him for his lie, and, I think, being toostrong for him, though he took up my legs sometime,yet I made a shift to cast him.